The Real Me

This is just the beginning of a story, for some people is gonna be a funny story but it's not for me, is my life and i hate my life, i have a lot of reasons, and i have a lot of reason to love my life too like i have all my family, and they are a little crazy and weirds but i still love them i think they love me too and i'm so healty least i think (i really am) that i'm fat so i don't eat besides that i hate me, i hate the way i am, what i do, i hate me. Just some people know the real me, who i really am, and i think that's good because when people know who you really are they start to make fun of you, maybe you can understand me, maybe not but i'm not just this. I love a lot of things too and sometimes you can't recognize me, i'm so random but i swear i'm a good person, some people can't see that. I love to write, that's something that makes me happy, i write random things, most of them talk about love, i hate love too u.u it's hard to love, sometimes when you love someone that person doesn't love you, and that hurts really bad.
I'm so weird, nobody understand me, i love that e.e I don't even know why i'm doing this in English but well i hope someone like this story, it's confusing, and sometimes pretty. This is me